After Dajing established the country, the saint personally compiled the "Martial Classics" and established a martial arts hall.

He also sent Long Xiang to ascend first and dispersed the old troops in Daliang, and then gathered the remaining forces of heroes from various places.

In the end, seventeen tiger and wolf divisions were formed that were invincible across the world.

Among them, the Ying Yang, Mighty, and Leopard Tao are the victorious cavalry that attack the city.

Almost invincible, rarely defeated.

The generals of the three guards, the general, the general, the captain... all military attaches of fifth rank or above.

Most of them have Daliang Army background.

Either my father was an old member of Yang Hong’s army,

Either he is related to his family background.

It is precisely because of this that these people are promoted very quickly and can be said to be rising through the ranks.

Over time, the tangled top of Yangjia Mountain was formed.

"Ying Yangwei and I only obey our foster father's orders."

Zhao Wulie responded with a straight face and replied in a deep voice:

"As long as you, my foster father, are still here and the military flag of Great Liang does not fall, the morale of the army will not fade!

No one has forgotten that when the saints were competing in the world and expelling hundreds of barbarians, it was the foster father who took the lead in breaking through the Western Barrier!

It was also the adoptive father and Yan Shuai who went to the capital to defeat the capital of Yuan Dynasty together. With 300,000 soldiers combined with the four forces of Fenglinhuo, they killed the national advisor Basi Fei!

Later, the adoptive father led an expedition to Lingbei, defeated the many with less, and suppressed all the barbarian royal family in the fishing sea!

The foster father's illustrious reputation was gained from battle after battle!

The prince wants to suppress the heroes of Conglong, but he wants to see whether the three great armies will agree or not!"

Hearing Zhao Wulie's words, Yang Hong's eyes dimmed.

The loud sounds of armed men and horses and the roaring of war drums seemed to be heard in my ears.

He lowered his head and remembered the feudal prince's battle on the fishing sea.

He personally led 5,000 elite cavalry, wearing curled armor, to intercept and kill the 80,000 soldiers commanded by the Hundred Barbarian Royal Family.

The Daliang Army and the Yang Zi Banner turned to flesh and blood wherever they passed!

After that, they captured concubines, princesses, princes, and various dignitaries, totaling about 3,000 people.

The livestock they took with them included more than 9,000 camels and more than 100,000 cattle and sheep.

In addition, a large amount of gold, silver, elixirs, food, grass and other baggage were brought to fill five thousand carts.

The armor and weapons that were taken off at that time were piled up into hills.

Yang Hong not only set off a huge fire that reached the sky, but also burned down the entire city.

They also killed all the direct blood descendants of the Baiman royal family, leaving no one alive.

Outside the Liaodong Pass, the remaining tribes that are still living have not yet been able to unite.

The big reason is that the royal family was completely destroyed and the group was leaderless.

Each other has become a piece of loose sand, wallowing in fighting and internal strife all day long, and it will be difficult to regain its former glory.

"Huang Xu'er, I will keep your position.

The prince's request for the imperial edict was nothing more than forcing me to bow my head and submit.

As a saint, everyone must take this step back.

The assassination has been exposed, and the Liaodong mud-legged guy got an Iron Eagle token.

Even if the blood eagle dead soldiers have not been registered in the roster of the Ministry of War, the specific origins of their martial arts and weapons cannot be found.

But with this thing, your relationship will never be cleared away.

It may even harm Ying Yangwei and attack the Duke's mansion."

Yang Hong spoke slowly, and every word seemed to weigh tens of millions of kilograms.

"Don't worry, adoptive father, the child will confess his guilt and will never implicate anyone else.

Even if you are sent to prison and tortured, it will be the same!

If the adoptive father doesn't believe it, the child can write a confession document and then commit suicide by taking poison, thereby eliminating any future troubles for the Duke's government."

Zhao Wulie's expression remained unchanged, and a coldness flashed through his blue eyes.

He reacted quickly and immediately guessed the cause and effect.

It should be Meng Changhe's betrayal that allowed Liaodong Mud Legs to obtain the Iron Eagle Token.

This object was presented to the East Palace, causing the prince to summon troops to investigate and cause a great uproar.

"Bai Hanzhang wants to be held accountable and let the Duke's government kill his son to save his life.

It is impossible for me to ignore the imperial edict.

But the position of commander-in-chief of Yingyang Wei cannot be lost.

Without military power, everyone will be a slave and I will be a fish, and it will be even more difficult to end well!

Therefore, I can only feel aggrieved."

Yang Hong said this sentence with no expression on his face and coldly.

"Father!"

Zhao Wulie's face was horrified and his eyes sparkled:

"Second Young Master... will inherit the title of Duke in the future!

Adopted father, you have so many adopted sons that you are not short of any children. Ying Yang Wei can be handed over to other brothers!

I will use my life to resist the wrath of the East Palace, and I will repay the kindness of my adoptive father for passing on his skills and supporting me!"

Yang Hong's face seemed a little sad, he shook his head and said:

"It's too late, I have already received the order to ask Guer to plead guilty.

I always treat my adopted son, parent and son equally, no matter who I lose, I will be heartbroken.

Huang Xuer, from today on, you must hold Yingyang Guard firmly in your hands and wait for the day to come."

Among the thirteen adopted sons he adopted, Zhao Wulie was the most filial, and he always thought about the Duke's government in everything.

It is a good choice to take him out as an abandoned son and settle the matter.

However, Yang Hong couldn't let go of Ying Yangwei.

I was worried that Bai Hanzhang would take advantage of the situation and take away military power.

After calmly weighing, only Yang Gu, who has given up his own flesh and blood, can end this impending disaster.

"Father! Wu Lie will keep this blood feud in mind for the second young master and will definitely avenge it in the future!"

Zhao Wulie gritted his teeth, he never expected it.

This ambush and assassination, which was bound to succeed, unexpectedly failed.

And he also asked that Liaodong mud-legged man to find irrefutable evidence and pour dirty water on the head of Liang Guogong's house.

One wrong step, one wrong step after another, causing the adoptive father to sacrifice his own son.

"Go ahead, don't act rashly until the time comes."

Yang Hong said no more and cut off the invisible energy flowing into the copper basin.

The square and round mirror suddenly shattered, and the light and shadow disappeared.

The room was dark, with no lights on.

"Yuan Tiangang's destiny book says that Pojun is evil in nature, but Ziwei can control him... I don't believe it."

The Duke slowly straightened his stooped waist, his eyes filled with determination.

It seemed like thousands of troops and horses were galloping past, shaking the void like waves.

He raised his hand to cover his heart, and his majestic face that looked like iron could not help but twitch, turning into a ferocious look.

"The pain of losing a child is like a knife being twisted!"

With a bang, the red sandalwood table eucalyptus carved with a four-clawed dragon exploded into extremely fine sawdust powder.

The blood energy in the body is like a great tide crashing against the shore, impacting every inch of flesh and blood, every muscle and bone, making a harsh sound like gold and iron colliding.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a scarlet and sticky throne of flesh and blood emerging.

Horns, war drums, horseshoes, swordsmen, large banners, the setting sun...all kinds of images come and go.

"Hmph! How can my mind be shaken at will?"

Yang Hong raised his eyebrows, protruding like swords and spears, clanging and trembling, extinguishing the inexplicable changes in the void.
To be continued...